“How did you come to be a Gypsy, Sammy?” asked Dot with much curiosity.
“Why, I—er—Well, I lost my clothes and my money and didn’t have much to eat and that big Gypsy saw me on the road and asked me if I wanted to ride. So I came here with him and he let me stay. And nobody does a thing to me. I licked one boy,” added Sammy with satisfaction, “so the others let me alone.”
“But haven’t you seen either of those two ladies that sold us the basket?” demanded Tess, beginning to be worried a little.
“Nope. I don’t believe they are here.”
“But that man says they are here,” cried Tess.
“Let’s go ask him. I—I won’t give that bracelet to anybody else but one of those ladies.”
“Crickey!” exclaimed Sammy. “Don’t feel so bad about it. Course there is a mistake somehow. These folks are real nice folks. They wouldn’t fool you.”
The three, Sammy looking very important, went to find Big Jim. He was just as smiling as ever.
“Oh, yes! The little ladies are not to be worried. The women they want will soon come.”
“You see?” said Sammy, boldly. “It will be all right. Why, these people treat you right. I tell you! You can do just as you please in a Gypsy camp and nobody says anything to you.”